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[aweirdgoddess]

In this post I will help beginners understand the basics of Hellenism, which is the oikos! Hope this help and I’ll explain all well! Enjoy your reading💛 (Sorry for my English if I’ve mistaken something, its not my frist language)

The sacred Household in Hellenism🏡

“The gods are not far away — they live among us, beginning at the hearth.”

When people first come to Hellenism, many expect temples, elaborate rituals, and festivals with incense drifting into the sky. And yes, those things exist, and they’re beautiful.

But in traditional Hellenic religion, the true center of worship has always been the household — the oikos. This is where devotion begins.

The oikos is more than just your physical living space. In ancient Greece, it referred to the entire household unit: the family, the home, the land, the goods, and the sacred forces that protected and sustained them.

For Hellenists, our home is a temple in miniature. It’s where you interact with the gods every day, where you make offerings, pray, purify, and maintain order. You don’t need an expensive altar, what you need is intention, reverence, and consistency.

Hestia: The heart of the Home🔥

At the center of the sacred household is Hestia, goddess of the hearth flame.

She is the first-born of the Olympians, and the first (and last) to receive offerings in every ritual.

Hestia represents warmth, safety, peace, continuity. In ancient homes, the hearth fire was never allowed to go out, and when a new household was formed, the flame was lit from the family hearth.

(I will do more about the Gods in specific in other posts)

In a modern practice, you can honor Hestia simply:

Light a candle or lamp in her name.

Offer a drop of oil, water, or wine.

Speak a short prayer:

“Hestia, keeper of the hearth, may your flame burn bright in my home.”

It doesn’t need to be elaborate!

But ancient Greeks honored her a bit differently!

As I said earlier, the hearth (estia) was a literal fire in the center of the home. It was always kept burning as a sacred flame: extinguishing it was considered bad luck or impious unless ritually necessary.

Every meal and domestic ritual began with a libation or offering to Hestia! In fact, no matter which god was being honored, Hestia received the first and last libation in any sacrificial ritual.

She didn’t have many temples, her domain was every home and public places! At city level, a sacred fire to Hestia burned in the prytaneion (town hall or public hearth), symbolizing civic unity.

And then as another ritual, when a couple got married or a new household was formed, a flame from the bride’s family hearth was carried to the new home to light the new hearth, symbolizing continuity and divine blessing!

The Household Gods are more than one!🏛️

The sacred household includes more than Hestia. Such as: Zeus Ktesios, Hermes Propylaios / Hermes Agoraios, ancestors and Household Spirits (like Agathos Daimon).

Of course, there are more Gods that protects Household but these are the most commonly honored ones!

Zeus Ktesios: Protector of the household, provider of goods and food. Many Hellenists keep a ktesios jar, a simple container filled with water, oil, and other symbolic items like bay leaves or coins. It’s kept in a clean corner of the pantry or home.

Hermes Propylaios / Hermes Agoraios: Hermes protects the boundaries of the home and the spaces beyond. He is honored at the threshold, by the door, as guardian of comings and goings. A small stone or figure by your door can be his marker. He’s the god who makes movement and communication possible.

Ancestors and Household Spirits: The dead are never far from the living in Hellenism. Ancestors (both literal and spiritual) are remembered with respect and offerings.

But what can we do as a devotion in our homes?

There are many ways! But I’ll offer a little simple routine:

Washing your hands (khernips) to purify

Lighting a candle for Hestia

Pouring a libation (water, milk, wine)

Speaking a short prayer

Leaving a small offering: bread, olive oil, fruit, or incense.

Remember that none of this is a RULE and necessary, but it builds Kharis and in more simple words it tells the Gods “this is your home too and may you protect it”, we make space for the Gods and its a simple yet efficent devotional act!

It reminds us that the divine is not far away! In Hellenism, this is where devotion starts!

I hope you enjoyed. I tried to explain this well enough and at the same time as short as I could!

[aweirdgoddess]

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[aweirdgoddess]

emma's 14 day manifestation challenge (no one's questioning you again after this. not even you!!!)

a little foreword and word of encouragement ,

14 days!!!!!!! no loopholes, no well what if bullshit, no begging the universe to like you back, just you and your assumptions and a world that obeys.

this is for the people who've already seen the signs and still doubts themselves, this is for the people who wants receipts, this is for the part of you that knooooooows something big is trying to click into place.

we're manifesting to prove we're the source. you're here to stop performing power and start embodying it.

what's in store ,

14 days

1 intention to dominate per day

1 action (micro shift // test)

1 affirmation to run on loop

all backed by loa logic, no placebo fluff

no skipping, no spiralling, no but hows. you commit. you command and then you watch.

week one , we're proving ourselves

[ day one ] my world obeys me intention , the 3d reflects my thoughts, not the other way around. test , assume you'll hear a specific word today (butterfly, ocean, apple, whatever) affirmation , my assumptions are law. i think it, i see it.　 

[ day two ] i'm lucky to the point of suspicion intention , things go right for me by default test , assume you'll avoid inconvenience. no traffic, no long lines, no wifi crashes affirmation , things always work out for me. even if they shouldn't.　 

[ day three ] people like me for no reason intention , everyone is nice to me today test , assume compliments, extra kindness, good shit only affirmation , people treat me as if i'm someone they've already decided to love.　 

[ day four ] i get what i want without asking twice intention , test instant manifestation test , choose one small, specific desire and assume it's already on the way (free coffee, exact parking spot, dm from xyz) affirmation , i don't chase, i attract, and i attract fast.　 

[ day five ] my energy bends intention , assume your presence has impact test , walk into a room and assume everyone notices you affirmation , when i walk in, energy shifts in my favour.　 

[ day six ] i said it's mine. guess what intention , make a bold declaration test , post it anywhere (on your tumblr or tiktok or whatever. even a close friends with zero people in it). ex: "i'm getting x." hold the assumption NO MATTER what affirmation , the moment i claim it, it's locked in.　 

[ day seven ] reality is simply my mirror intention , detach from results, they're already written test , when something goes wrong, don't react, stay in your assumption. affirmation , my reaction writes the story, i choose the ending.　 

week two , deciding you're god

[ day eight ] the universe is obsessed with me intention , test synchronicity test , pick a sign to appear today, not a maybe, just declare it will affirmation , the universe follows my lead, always.　 

[ day nine ] money loves me intention , change money assumptions test , expect unexpected cash. refund, discount, gift. affirmation , money finds me. i don't look for it.　 

[ day ten ] time bends for me intention , control time test , decide something happens faster than it should today affirmation , time is weak and it folds when i speak.　 

[ day eleven ] i am unquestionable intention , test social confidence test , assume everyone agrees with you, even if you say something bold affirmation , when i speak, people agree.　 

[ day twelve ] i shift reality because i say so intention , choose one big desire and then declare it done. no maybes and no manifestings. this is done. test , track every tiny sign that it's already unfolding. affirmation , this is mine, everything is catching up.　 

[ day thirteen ] i don't need logic, why would i? i have authority intention , assume the impossible can happen test , pick something that feels too big and start treating it like a basic right affirmation , i make the rules, technics are optional.　 

[ day fourteen ] i am the cause intention , reflect on the whole challenge test , list every single thing that shifted. then choose what's next. affirmation , i did that. and i'll do it again.　 

[aweirdgoddess]

𝓣he 𝓛ast of 𝓤s 𝓓r ☮︎ introduction ヾ៸

There are a million ways we should've died before today, and a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight for every second we get to spend with each other. ━ Left Behind, Riley Abel.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ━ In the terminal weeks before a global descension, four-year-revered investigative columnist, Charles Durand lit a fuse that would blow his career and set a future of chaos into motion. After uncovering patterns of unexplainable fungal infections spreading from Brazil to southern Texas, from early 2012 to mid-2013, Charles submitted an article that was titled "Incurable Brain Devourer," by his Times publishers. The article was immediately intercepted and heavily censored by the federal authorities and Charles was arrested a month later on accounts of Terrorism Speculation. His immediate trial and unjust sentencing took place only six hours after his arrest and persisted in a series of violent and disease-spreading protests.

𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓. 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 ━ Following the outbreak of Cordyceps Brain Infection (otherwise called CBI), the Federal military had succeeded in demoting the known government and rebranded themselves into FEDRA; ceasing control over what wastelands remained after the collateral destruction of public cities, along with absolving Charles Durand of his aforementioned crimes. No longer a savior or conspiracy martyr, Charles and his wife, Marietta were relocated to Area Five of the San Francisco QZ: working through exhaustion in the slums of a desert purgatory.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 ━ On the fourteenth of November, as a cold desert night bled into a sun-soaked California dawn, Marietta endured a difficult and long lasting birth of fraternal twins: Niklaus and Lilette Durand, but due to remised FEDRA medics and food shortages affecting her diet, Charles Durand would raise them on his own. As the oldest of the two siblings, Nick assumed a protective role over his sister, keeping her safe from the dangers of the outside world, and those she posed to herself. Her honest problem-starting got him into more fights than she did, but that same skill got him out of a Federal bind every time.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ━ By early 2034, the San Francisco zone, once a diamond in the rough, was dying. Rumors circulated that leadership was crumbling under military infighting while citizen half-rations were cut and quartered, avoidable famines started outbreaks of hypotensive diseases in labor regions like Areas Three and Five, limiting supply transportation, creating more outrage. After the Area Five water filtration system was contaminated with Area One wastewater and citizens actually began dying, Charles Durand included, riots unlike old-world had ever seen arrived within the walls of the San Francisco QZ. FEDRA commanders ushered martial law on all affected areas but overfed and underworked officers were no match for the masses of starving and angry mobs; rioters eventually pushing out what Federal officers weren’t strung up as a lesson. Those who stayed in San Francisco afterwards joined an organization of slavers who relocated to the Santa Barbara coast, and those who didn’t, took their chances in the wastelands.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 ━ While Charles Durand had left the twins a ghost of an old-world legacy, Niklaus and Lilette honed their skills to build their own dynasty of criminal deception outside the quarantine zone. Niklaus, ever the Polyglot Linguist, made his knowledge his greatest weapon, using what he understood about community and languages to infiltrate FEDRA convoys and traveling mercenary groups he viewed as invasive or even barbaric. Lilette, the silk spine of their operations, manipulated the art of seduction and psychological warfare to lower guards and trick enemies into believing they are allies. They used their knowledge on old-world darkness and dragged it into a kill-or-be-killed world, using infamous luring tactics from renowned killers and criminals, and never staying put long enough to be caught. In a wasteland with no communication, the twins had gained more infamy than their father had.

𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ━ Niklaus and Lilette curated a plan to infiltrate a Firefly checkpoint in the Salt Lake zone and check out with a few bags of supplies, but when they approached the often-guarded outer perimeter of the city core, they were met with more Infected than common foe. The mixed placement of FEDRA tanks and Firefly vehicles displayed a Pyrrhic victory, Saint Mary's hospital was charred and deserted by whatever remained of the Federal militia, who declared the Firefly group a national extinction. If any of the Fireflies survived at all, they had no time to bury their dead before they became overrun by Infected, who had infested every dark corner of the city today.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 ━ Upon entering Colorado as a detour from the overrun Utah, Niklaus and Lilette stumbled into the den of wasteland fiends: victims of the grueling affects of starvation, a group turned to eating human flesh just to see another day, now hunted human meat for the love of the game. A simpleton trade of venison would get us close enough to rob them all by nightfall, they had thought, but David Brough and his fiendish friends had set a trap of their own. After uncovering their true nature and being held unjustly for a short time in a meat lock, Lilette and Niklaus used their skills and agilities, and defeated what they could of the fiends before fleeing on foot, barren of all supplies, and in worse shape than when they started. From then, the twins gave up on a life of Hunting-Killing, and Lilette had sustained a permanent injury to her right leg from the hip. The twins abandoned their reputations and decided to trek for Jackson, Wyoming. Not to rob or conquer it. To rest.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 ━ The Jackson Sanctuary is a pocket of peace in a large pool of violent chaos, and one that welcomed the twins despite their known reputation as deceivers. Tommy Miller is a man of loyalist principle, and saw himself in the eyes of the lost newcomers. Maria, his wife and leader of the county community, saw Niklaus's linguistic abilities as too useful to let slip out of her grasp. Over the course of their residency, Lilette and Niklaus developed close friendships and clean reputations to get them by in a community priding itself of peace, joining the patrol and engineering ranks with Jesse Han and Natalee Linden: experienced youth patrolmen and weapon engineers who they formed a bonded clique with, unspokenly led by one immune; Ellie Williams. One of the few surviving zone dwellers of the now-destroyed Boston Quarantine zone, who came to Jackson with a black market smuggler and brother of Tommy, Joel Miller. As of today, the twins serve as trusted members of their community.

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━ Lost without her abandoned cause, fed to the grief of her dead father, Abigail Anderson alone pressed a carbon steel barrel to her chin while her ally's back turned, as became ritual to her daily survival in year 2036. Lilette Durand, best scout for Jackson despite a nerve-dead and metal-braced leg, stumbled upon the aimless survivor and her friend, Manny Alvarez, while patrolling the sanctuary perimeter. After leaving the corrupt Washington Liberation Front militia, following the death of Manny's ailing father, the two set out in search of the western haven earning renown; a quest that took a mental toll on the she-wolf every day, but led to an eventual stop. To Abby Anderson, Lilette Durand was a gateway to more than a serene sanctuary; she was the key to a prosperous future worth living.

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[aweirdgoddess]

watch a movie and shift

every time you get emotionally invested in a movie and fall asleep right after, your subconscious wants to take you there. so i got an idea, whatever this is, a mindset or a method, or both or neither.

new mindset you can build: you watch a movie right before falling asleep (without distractions or mindless scrolling, with your full focus on the story) your mind will lock onto that reality, and after you sleep you’ll simply wake up there as the main character. no ifs. no buts. no doubts.

so it’s not not about imagining, it’s a belief formed by experience, almost annoying because it simply work everytime. to believe this new concept, feed your mind only what supports the reality you want to live in.

if you’re not yet capable to mold and bend your new beliefs then follow a mental diet for as much as you want or need:

- no negativity and no content that makes you doubt shifting, avoid overconsumption too

- daily affirmations such as “when I watch a movie before bed I shift there automatically” “my mind knows how to shift, I just let it”

- no mindless phone use before sleep, the only media you consume before bed must be related to the movie dr

- just fall asleep believing it’s inevitable it’s almost annoying

this method works whether you want it or not so there’s a risk on it. remember that the last thing (in this case movie or media) you focus on becomes your reality. so choose what you consume carefully (intrusive thoughts won’t impact your shift, don’t worry).

so turn off everything including your phone and simply watch a movie which represents the reality you want to wake up in. while you watch it you can comment to yourself rants or vents like “ugh I don’t want to experience this tomorrow” or “it’s such a waste that I’m forcefully shifting there tonight, I wanted to go elsewhere, but it’s already done, too late”. you can feel every emotion, then simply lie down and don’t overthink, sleep with certainty because it’s a matter of fact you will shift there, your mind knows it and will do all the work like it always did.

[aweirdgoddess]

do anything you can!!

🫂Please stop and listen to my story. Don't ignore me.💔

Save family 🙏💔

I am Enas, and I have eight children. I don't know how to describe to you the feelings of war, the pain, the suffering, and the destruction we are experiencing here.

Just imagine: I lost my home, my job, and I've lived through the devastation.

We've been at war for a year or more.

I live in a small tent in the cold and winter

We can no longer bear this life here.

My daughter needs healthcare, but I am alone, and under these conditions, I cannot give her the most basic rights.

She needs healthy food, but even that has become difficult to obtain due to exploitation and the lack of the most basic resources

We are now in a state of severe famine and cannot find any kind of food

Here in the tent, we have been drowning in the heavy rains

Escaping death is so difficult that they have closed the crossing to us, and now we cannot travel, and we are still here in Gaza, in the devastation

But I launched this campaign so that my family and I can leave here when the crossing opens.

But even leaving is not easy.

Because we need coordination from Egypt, and we have to pay $5,000 per person.

I need to save my life and the lives of my family from death, and you are the only way to achieve this

Your cooperation and presence will save our lives from death.

I know you are capable of it, and I trust you. I will be grateful to anyone who helps me

Help us live 🚨💔 donate to us, even if it's a little. Extend a helping hand and save us. Prices are high, and we can't satisfy our children's hunger. Can you donate $100? If you can't donate as much as you can and share my post so my children's cries reach as many people as possible. Thank you in advance🙏🫂🥹.

Please donate to me as much as you can. 🙏🥺😭💔

Your donation, even if it's small, could save us. It could bring a smile to the face of a child who has only known the cruelty of war🥺🙏🍉.

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[aweirdgoddess]

please share ! they're on 95% already

Please help Rawan, Yemna, and their family! They are still far from their goal of kr319,315 SEK (~$30,000) to evacuate from Gaza; they have currently raised kr97,184 SEK / kr319,315. However, with your help we can change that - every dollar counts no matter how little!!! Together, we can all help the Abudaya family!!

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Please donate and share widely!!!

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[aweirdgoddess]

The law of assumption, witchtok, signs, and conditional in manifestations.

If you've recently seen any video, read a post, gotten told in ANY way "x thing will happen if you intereact/pay/talk with this practicioner/read this expensive book" IT IS A SCAM, DO NOT TRUST IT. It is preying on vulnerable people, it is preying on practioners with OCD, it is preying on those with black and white thinking, and you should not trust it. It preys on those who are in vulnerable moments. If something in you life is going to happen, or to manifest, i'm telling you, a video from an algorythm that requires you to like share and comment is NOT the way you're going to find out or get confirmation. (And I do believe some videos CAN be sent by the universe, but these are not it.) It is people using this to get interactions with their account, to get money. I say this wholeheartedly, and it's one of the things I am 100% sure about, as someone who's practiced the law of assumption and spirituality for over 2 years, it is not reliable. I distrust creators who say these things, creators have "books" or "guides" under a paywall, and so on. Because trust me when I say, the power is WITHIN YOU, and you're perfectly allowed to believe it comes from deities or so, that works too, but in such case, I'm telling you, the gods are NOT communicating with you through 3 repeated tiktok videos that require you to comment. The universe isn't sending a sign through a youtube meditation that tells you you NEED to subscribe to succeed. (I personally really distrust and daresay dislike Rita Kaminski, but each will have their own who you're not so sure about.) Now not to sound like im advertising her, but one of my favourite creators is Sammy Ingram BECAUSE she repeats in a lot of her videos, her coaching is optional, you do not NEED it to be successful, to have your dream life or just improve it. If I ever offered a paid service (which i have no plans to, but to make my point) you would still be able to take this advice, and manifest whatever you want. There's so much free knowledge JUST on tumblr, you can use that! Do not think EVER that anyone but you has the power to choose whether you're going to manifest something or not. You can always learn, you can always research, you can always choose your own path. There is asbolutely no need for you to pay or to interact/boost/dm/share for your manifestation to come, you're alright, you're safe, these videos aren't gonna bring consequences if you didn't interact with them, try and let them go if you can.

Byeee Sorry for the long rant :|!! asks are open! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[aweirdgoddess]

GURL WHAT 3D CIRCUMSTANCES?! I ONLY HEAR/SEE SUCCESS AND POSITIVE SURROUNDINGS😎💅🏻

(success story again.... I swear to God I be always getting success like argh I'm so hawt😖)

BUAHAAH I JUST MANIFESTED A HOME (EXACTLY LIKE HOW I WANTED😭 THIS IS THE 272829928TH TIME OF GETTING WHATEVER TF I WANT) + 100K OUT OF THIN AIR🤭🤭 WHEN I SAW THAT HOME PHYSICALLY, IT WAS PERFECT!! SO, OBVIOUSLY IF I'M LOVING IT, IT MUST BE MINE, MORE LIKE IT'S ALREADY MINE💃🏻 BUT, MY PARENTS LITERALLY WAS GETTING STRESSED FOR NOTHING SAYING LIKE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO BUY THAT HOME 🧐❔ THEY THOUGHT IGAF LMAO🙏🏻💀

AND LITERALLY THAT HOME GOT CONFIRMED FOR USSSSSSS AND IT'S SO PRETTY LIKE ARRGGHHHHH!???? I ALREADY KNEW IT THO. WE ARE JUST SO PERFECT😩🎀

A note from me to you :

★🕯 WHEN I TELL YOU. JUST PERSIST. DO DAT. WHATEVER IT IS BROOOO! A MILLION DOLLARS?? YES IT'S ALREADY YOURS! YOUR C0CKY AHH CRUSH? THEY ARE YOURSS!! EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS ALREADY YOURSSSS BBG!!

★🕯 DON'T EVER DOUBT OR LET ANY NEGATIVE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS FUCK YOUR PERFECT SELF!! YOU ARE PERFECT! YOU GOT IT ALL! YOU ARE EVERYTHING MY LOVE!

Fuck logic. Fuck "realistic" Situations or people. You know what's realistic for you?? YOU GETTING MILLIONS AND TRILLIONS AND YOU BEING HAPPY WITH YOUR SP AND LITERALLY GETTING WHAT YOU WANT IS CALLED AS REALISTIC. UNDESIRABLE SHI FUCKS ITSELF AND RUNS AWAY FROM YOU!

★ IT'S EASY AS TAKING A SHI FR😭🙏🏻 DUDE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU ARE SAYING RN, JUST SAY, "Nuh uh" AND PERSIST IN YOUR AFFIRMATION OR VISUALIZATION OR WHATEVER SHI YOU DO BROOOAA🙏🏻

★ DON'T NEED TO TRUST ME, DON'T NEED TO TRUST SUBLIMINALS, DON'T NEED TO TRUST LOA COACHES/BLOGGERS, JUST TRUST YOUR GODDAMN SELF😎 ALL YOU EVER NEED IS YOU.

With lots of love,

Adilynn Yuri 🤍🌷

[aweirdgoddess]

THIS.

shifting will always be real, even if the entire community was inactive, if you havent been thinking about it for a while, if youve been treating it like a fantasy ever since youve found out sbout it, even if someone you trusted was lying, if one person was saying the truth then its real.

even if you havent seen a success story in a while, if your favorite account deactivated, dont rely on others to keep your hopes up, it doesnt mean anything if someone else shifted or not, good for them, but it doesnt affect the certainty that youll shift if you assume you did either positively or negatively.

[aweirdgoddess]

something today that reaffirmed my belief that shifting is real :)

i was babysitting the sweetest little girl and her brother earlier today and the girl and I were talking about dreams and such. She's five, by the way. We're chatting and she suddenly tells me "I don't actually sleep much at night because I spend the night fighting in battles". I laughed and said "oh like in your imagination?" (stupid of me to assume that but whatever) and she replied very firmly, "no, no". So I ask her again, if maybe she meant she has dreams about fighting in battles, and she says "no, not dreaming, It's real". She was so sure about her answer. So I ask her, what is it that you fight? She started telling me about these insect-shaped monsters, showed me the size of them and described how she fought them in the streets at night. Then when she finally wins the battle, she can actually sleep. Her brother came into conversation so we stopped talking about it but multiple children I've babysat or talked to always tell me about these sort of stories. They always make it very clear that it's not a dream, that it's different.I feel like children, who barely have any limiting beliefs, can very easily slip out of reality as they wish. english is not my first language so maybe I didn't explain it really well but ugh the synchronicities are crazy

[aweirdgoddess]

the smartest people i know irl believe in shifting btw. future geneticists and lawyers and such.

do with that what u will

[aweirdgoddess]

PAC: What mythical creature would like to guide you on your life/shifting journey (advice) ? ♡ ๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here, don't limit yourself to this in any way. you can read this even if you're not a reality shifter! dividers were made by me, the pictures are from pinterest but edited by me. this reading has been requested by one of my followers! for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your life or your reality shifting journey so far and choose an image from above and read your pile. i can feel that many of you might feel drawn to more than one reading! you can also choose an emoji btw:

📥 ࿔ 💿 ࿔ 📤

𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 📥 the dragons 🐲

Hello my pile one shifters 👋 for you guys, I got some advice from the dragons ... this was only done with oracle cards and my intuition, I didn't feel the need to draw any tarot cards but I will still call this a tarot reading out of principle. I hope you don't mind :3

▪︎ You might have always been drawn to the supernatural, the mythical or magical part of this world since you were a kid. The dragons can see that you have a gift for seeing the unseen and knowing the unknown - be more aware of those talents. You are a very spiritually strong individual and your energy is very potent. Especially when your mind is clear, your operating at your highest frequency - so always try to clear your mind before making decisions about your life/journey/going through with your shift. While your interacting with so many (heavy) energies, things, people in your daily life - because of your sensitive nature (strong senses, and not weakness!)- its important that have healthy outlets to balance it out, like having a healthy diet, joyful times with friends and family, regular self-study times and things like that. You neglecting your life balance (-> you feeling ungrounded), and you clouding your mind with your otherthinking tendencies (-> you becoming hypersensitive) is contraproductive in regards to your shifting journey, or rather in regards to you awakening your full potential! Be more mindful please. I can't stress enough how super duper effective it would be for you if you started your own little daily mediation routine - it would make you sooo powerful!! You would actively train your mind powers lol. Your current confines are like ant-sized in comparison to your energetic existence.

▪︎ Also, your whole being (energetically) is so gracful (even if you don't 'behave' graceful irl and are more rough and untamed). Your energy is peak sophistication. Your awareness is very intense. It's like your always hyperaware of your surroundings - you always naturally dive into it fully, which gives you the ability to intensely experience the world you live in but it can also make you struggle detaching from it because the attachment is already formed. Your mind ends up clouded with worry which leaves you standing in the fog wondering how to get out again? From which direction did you even come from? How did you end up there in the first place? Everything just happened so quickly, it was just a brief moment and then you were already there...fully involved.. a part of that world. But who were you outside of this? You don't even remember your former self anymore... but do you need to? Honestly, no! You have put so much effort into building yourself up, cultivating yourself in this world. This is all you, even if you decide to leave this world behind. It's time to be more present - don't focus on the past (you) or future (you or alternative 'you's), its all in the mind anyway. Darling, just sit down for a moment, find your breath and notice the abundant energy surrounding you and let it nourish your gentle soul. Also little tip on the side, make your home a cozy home and enjoy good food with many nutrients - you deserve it ♡

▪︎ So, back to what the dragons have to tell you: Everyone lives confined within their own mental cage (this moldable, ever-shifting reality) - holding us all in place while also holding us back from our greatest potential- limiting us at the most unconscious level. This cage shifts and morphs as we grow and live forward - it is very multilayered. Breaking through requires awareness, continued effort, and bravery from you because once you break through one layer, another one presents itselfs to you. What's important for you now is to keep going forward, to break through every layer. Don't ever stop - the unique life you desire requires it from you. The dragons understand that moving outside can be exhilarating but also destabilising for us humans. In addition to that many companions in your life might not understand what you're going through and might not pose as a reliable support in this journey, and you too might struggle understanding what you're going through/heading towards at times - but this is part of the process. Leaving the confines - the known- behind, you're stepping into the unknown. So the advice is: Even if you feel scared, deep down you know, that you should choose freedom. So, take that step out of your comfort zone, be brave!

▪︎ Remember that your life is about you. It's not your responsibility to take care of everybody's problems - even from your so called friends or family. This is solely about you. Let go of those toxic attachments and (emotional and mental) baggage you took on over the past years. Just burn it down!! Worrying about those things and thinking about a solution for everyone will not bring you closer to your personal ideal world but further away. Who are you doing this for? Who asked you to do this? Who will thank you for it? Didn't you just decide it yourself? Please realise that this is meant to be done BY yourself FOR yourself only. This is just about you, be a bit more selfish. </3

▪︎ Notice how you often forget to take a breather, how you get a little numb to everthing and start spiralling when life gets too hectic and too overwhelming... If you never pause and take a moment to fully recognise the good you have every now and then, then the bad stuff in life will always knock you down much harder than it would have otherwise. So, try to consciously slow down and focus on the present moment from time to time, to re-center yourself and your focus. As I said before, when your mind is clear, you then know what you should focus on and then your energy rises in potency! Some of you might think you thrive on chaos or stress but what strengthen your drive are not those things, rather your will to flee and escape those said things! But when you focus only on escaping again and again, are you even looking ahead? Do you even know what you should head for? Do you know what would do you good? What life would actually make you happy? I think you're pretty confused at the moment because your focus is still set on escaping and not on thriving - you need to rewire that! You lived with that outdated focus already for too long. Even if it made you come a long way, having achieved many things, it's time to literally shift your focus!

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𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 💿 the fairies🧚‍♀️

Hello my pile two darlings 💫 for you guys, I got some little advice from the fairies! This reading was only done with oracle cards and my intuition, I didn't feel the need to draw any tarot cards but I will still call this a tarot reading out of principle. I hope you don't mind :3

▪︎ Ok, first of all, a more metaphorical message. Your tears are magical, and have the ability to open portals for you! Every time you cry, you release all the emotions that have been building up within you, you let them go and let them run their natural course. The moment you allow yourself to cry, you break into the next level of intimacy and vulnerability with yourself and others. In those times, you can sense how human you are. It humbles you, and you may even allow yourself to be held by yourself, the universe, or your loved ones. So, grieve it all that still lingers and release it. If you feel like you have to let yourself sink down in disappointments, melancholy or despair - do it, once you acknowledged it and released all your tears, it will bring you a shimmer of clarity to your innocent doe eyes💧✨️ Negative thinking, intrusive thoughts and doubts hold you back? Nah, that's not the case with you! They bring you even closer - even if the journey feels turbulent and difficult, you will always rise from the ashes of your grief anew like a phoenix, getting stronger and more powerful every time with a much clearer vision. It's how you process it all and how you purge the overdue and old baggage and make space for your dreams.

▪︎ You need to become friends with yourself! The fairies want you to speak more gently and kindly to yourself. Maybe practice doing so in front of a mirror. The fairies want you to purify your awareness and for you, to look deeper within and witness this "deeper self" that has been hidden and overshadowed by all that you perceive and consume in this world - distorting your sense of self. In this world, everything can be like a mirror - they can shatter, flatter, distort, reflect, or project an image back to you that you think to be true... You are very vulnerable to this. You might be someone who easily and quickly starts obsessing over things or who falls easily for people and ideas - fixations in your life that lead you astray... you need to realize this power and danger this mirroring effect this world has - especially on you. It can help you connect and bring you closer to your true self, or it can do the opposite. This world can be tricky to handle. The fairies want you to put your phone down for once and to stop all the comparisons and the fixations and to let this mirror world stand empty for some time... instead, rest and spend time with your 'deeper self', the pure and not-distorted you.

▪︎ The faries can see that you've been suffering for too long and that something needs to change or rather transform. You should not run from or deny the uncomfortable things in life or burn everything down by rage. In the past (years), you lived your life driven by the unconscious mind and all its fears and aversions. It's time that you for once and all take a stand and decide to live consciously instead. You should no longer run from who you are, from what has happened to you or from what you have done in the past. Release the 'dead-weight' so that the sky can clear up and the sun can finally shine its light into your life so that you can lighten your spirit and so that you begin recognising yourself again. And perhaps you will see something that hasn't been there before! Allow the transformation. Free yourself from the suffering and shift your whole essence. If you're into chakra work, it might be helpful if you work on your first three chakras - root, sacral and solar plexus, especially focusing on movement from the first to the third for the energy to evolve)

▪︎ Again, I see the fairies strongly emphasising that you should treat yourself like a friend or as your true best friend. Try to put some time in your daily routine to unplug, to step back and to relax and spend some quality time with yourself. For some of you, trying out yoga videos on YouTube might be something you would enjoy, also guided meditations, trying out reading a book with a genre you usually don't go for, taking a morning stroll around your neighbourhood and maybe discovering places you've never been to before! When we explore different/new things, we also get to know more about ourselves, having new reactions, thoughts, feelings and realisations about us and this world. So take the time in your life to recharge, in that way you also pay respect to yourself, treating yourself with kindness. For some of you who are a bit more advanced with perhaps witchcraft, trying out simple spells might helpful - with that you can practice focusing your attention on something as well as setting intentions and making decisions on what you truly want.

▪︎ Another message for you: You might be a lot on your phone and spend a lot of time scrolling through, e.g., shifttok, shiftblr, and other reality shifting posts. To you, it might feel like everyone is confidently chattering of how confident they are in their shifting skills, beliefs or experiences and about how free they feel - which you wish you could relate to, but you "haven't gotten there yet". Listen: It's alright. Learning skills and gaining confidence usually don't happen instantly or overnight. (Usually! I'm not saying it's impossible) But shifting your mindset and transforming it to be the one, e.g., that can shift instantly, which might take some time, practice and quite a bit of unlearning of toxicity. But you know, miracles can happen, and nothing is impossible. Take the advice to heart, but stay always stay open-minded and excited for all the good things that can happen in life! Sometimes life takes unexpected turns 👀.

▪︎ Other activities that might help connect with your true self and help you progress on your shifting journey: Putting on a candle & meditating while focusing on the flame; putting on your favourite songs and dancing to them freely (it'll help you find inner harmony); spending time in nature and enjoying the weather/different seasons; breathing deeply/breath work; relaxation exercises; doing spellwork (be careful though!); mirror work; crying sessions lol; doing little rituals or offerings to yourself, nature, your dr or the universe and asking for help or guidance (you can make a little altar & and decorate it lovingly, you can offer little things, e.g. a crystal, a coin, an apple whatever - your intentions counts, its also good exercise to set intention and to strengthen your focus on what you want); writing something down on paper (a question, request or a burden) and burn it, releasing it to the universe - be very attentive in the days afterwards, pay attention to your dreams and sudden thoughts they can give you hints/answers; travelling and exploring unknown places; gazing at nature and animals; sunbathing 🌞👒

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𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 📤 demonic entity❤️‍🔥

Hello pile three🫶🏻 for you guys, I got some advice from a demonic entity🐈‍⬛. This reading was only done with oracle cards and my intuition, I didn't feel the need to draw any tarot cards but I will still call this a tarot reading out of principle. I hope you don't mind :3

▪︎ You might feel at times like you're being haunted by this life or the universe. There is this big and at times all-consuming feeling of lack within you, of wanting, of craving to fill yourself with something, anything literally (if you're desperate enough). You might have always felt a deep longing for something meaningful in your life. In your heart, you know that there's "more out there" waiting for you in the world. The past few years might have left you feeling pretty disoriented, desperate for direction, grasping for meaning, and longing for a solid foundation. Especially at this time, you might have really struggled with being confronted with this lack of clarity and existential dread. This part of the journey you're on does not offer any comfort in this regard, but everyone has to pass through it. You're stepping through wastelands right now. If you can embrace this discomfort for now, KNOWING that you will soon reach more abundant lands, you can tap into potent energy. The dark and the bright sides, the ebbs, and the lows of this journey strengthen your vision and your creativity (creative energy). You have already found truths about yourself and this world that would have otherwise remained hidden and you will find more. Remember that you are not alone and you have more tools at hand than you think. Turn towards the discomfortable aspects of this journey instead of away. Spend some time in silence, being patient and sitting through these moments of not knowing, to find out your true vision and purpose, before you go around attaching superficial meanings to plans/activities "because it's what I should do next or because it's what's expected of me" just to save face - no, no, no. Be with the nothingness. Be with the impatience. Emptiness has immense powers - if you can settle into it, you will hear its whisper of wisdom soon. Some of you should try out practising entering the void state maybe!

▪︎ At this time, you might have fallen in the mental trap of 'nothing is ever enough' - feeling a lingering sense of dissatisfaction and dis-engament ... but the problem, or rather the issue lies within you. What you crave is your own validation that you are enough, that you are someone with value. When you fill your heart and are less dependent on external validation and input, only then you see the true value of this world you live in. It may seem empty/meaningless to you right now, but it's actually full of potential (like the void), yet you keep seeing it as 'not enough' - "always needing more and more to fill this uncomfortable hole". Do not ever doubt your worth. You're capable of so many wonderful things, and you deserve all the wonderful things in the world. There will always be someone in your life who doubts what you're capable of (looking at all those antis), but this should not distract or influence you! Especially when you're confronted with someone like this, you should step up and decide to be your own biggest fan and supporter! Regardless of all the outside opinions, please believe wholeheartedly in yourself, your worth, and what you're capable of !!! This is coming in strongly. Tell yourself YOU ARE ENOUGH (sorry for screaming lmao). Also, this demonic entity just wants to forcefully shake you awake to make you see how valuable you are and how much potential you have inside !! And they also want you to start feeding yourself with nutritious food that reflects your self-love, self-kindness, and self-confidence that you have. Do not put things into your body that make you feel bad! And pelase do not focus too much on presenting yourself a certain way, especially on social media but also in your DRs. Others shouldn't matter on your journey or at least they shouldn't be your main focus. Don't share everything with the outside world, some things are better meant to be kept to yourself. Let others for once wonder about what you're doing, be less transparent.

▪︎ This entity sees that you have this queen energy (regardless of your gender) within you - and there is something dualistic about the queen. She can be graceful and eloquent when she rules over her realm, inspiring her people, or she can fall into disdainful, petty moods looming over the realm like a dark cloud. In the rightful position/space, you can be so radiant, forgiving, and patient, trusting that the gods (felt the need to say gods) have your back. For your journey, you should try to embody this positive energy of the queen role more - develop deep trust in yourself and your existence, devolpe your resolve (& set clear intentions), and strengthen your power! This demonic entity wants you to put your anxious nature aside because you should fear nothing, even they can see that divinity itself holds you dear. There are so many entities that have your back. So, be still and listen but move with courage and resolve when you decide to move forward. And be careful with your tendency to fall into wrath, self-righteousness, or an overly demanding attitude. For now, they just want you to do things that make you feel good/better about yourself and your existence in this world, do things that warm your heart and make you feel alive. Listen to your heart for once and give yourself some love. Give yourself the comfort that this journey right now doesn’t provide. What's important (& helpful to you on your journey) is that you invest some time in self-care - whatever you wanna do. Treat yourself to some sweets (sweetened strawberries maybe?), idk, remove all your makeup and uncomfortable clothes, put on something comfy, and make yourself feel good !!

▪︎ And last but not least, I want to emphasise one more time, that you should really do something about this unhealthy 'more, more, more' mentality (your addictions to consume and to be validated to fill this gap within); give yourself some validation and realise that there is endless potential in emptiness. If you feel empty right now, know that you have endless potential within you, and you can do anything with it - whatever you truly desire !! So, what's required from you right now is to clear your mind and heart first, then to be decisive about what you want, and then to be willing to act on it. Once you do, you might face some opposition, people telling you that you're being hasty (they don't know what you've been through) but sometimes it is better to be honest, swift and direct when you act instead of hesitating and procrastinating all the time. And I think you would prolly go crazy if this takes any longer lmao. You can no longer hesitate. This is a journey of you becoming yourself. Sometimes we have to put an end to something and to cut it from your life to grow. So, cut through what's essential and release all the old baggage you're still carrying with you. All this is happening for the sake of your transformation, you're being pushed to be the best and brightest version of yourself, so that you stop at nothing. You're meant to be spiritually and physically strong - and you are already stronger than you think! So, believe in yourself, be courageous and step into the unknown - I know you can do it.

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[aweirdgoddess]

what's really going to unlock everything for you is when you stop treating shifting/loa like a theory and start accepting it as structure or like gravity or like breath or like causality. reality responds to what you assume is true. not what you hope is true. not what you tried to believe for five minutes before getting distracted by your overthinking. if you assume something, it holds.

if sitting still with your methods feels wrong, then don't. assume that your movement carries intention. that every shift of your body is a shift of your world. if you believe your intention flows with you, then it does, because you said so.

if you believe time works differently when you shift, that one second here is five weeks there, or that you can return with no time passed , then that's the law of your reality. your reality. the ratio follows your blueprint.

you can't get stuck unless you think you're stuck. and that thought, like all others, becomes the map you walk on. your thoughts create the hallway, the stairs and the door. every version of you already exists. all you have to do is GO. CHOOSE.

and going doesn't mean force, it just means knowing. SOOO……… start knowing. start assuming. start walking. pick your version out of the thousand waiting.

[aweirdgoddess]

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YOU REMIND ME OF SOMEONE DEARLY PT. 1

pairing: platonic! male child reader x hannigram synopsis: Hannibal isn't taken aback by anything anymore—his life has been filled with experiences that built him into the man he is today—but during a hospital shift, he's stunned to encounter Mischa again. While the child is of the opposite gender, everything down to their smile is reminiscent of his beloved sister. A parental instinct immediately engulfs the doctor, more so, when he realizes the child doesn't have the best life.

The hospital’s after-hours hush always soothed Hannibal Lecter—pneumatic doors sighing like well-trained lungs, anesthesia drifting faintly above polished tile. Tonight, however, the stillness tore at him with anxious claws. “Dr. Lecter, trauma bay three,” a scrub nurse called. “Pediatric transfer from Frederick County."

Hannibal nodded, letting the masque of urbane calm settle over his features. The fluorescent lamps above Trauma Three were a pitiless white, but Hannibal had lived inside harsher lights. He crossed the threshold prepared for gore, for the usual cloying perfume of antiseptic mixed with the metallic ozone of blood. What he was not prepared for was the instant, violent dislocation of time.

The harsh lighting revealed a body far too small for the adult gurney. Eleven, perhaps twelve. Golden-straw hair, clumped by plasma, framed the child’s face. Under the glare it looked exactly the shade Mischa’s curls adopted in midwinter sunlight—just before she’d scamper back inside smelling of snow and woodsmoke. The resemblance struck so hard Hannibal’s lungs forgot their task, forcing a shallow, ragged breath past perfect teeth. His fingertips twitched for the memory of her weight in his arms, for the warmth that had been ripped away and devoured by wolves wearing human skin.

Then clinical habit re-asserted itself: assess, catalog, plan. Radius with spiral fracture—yanked, not fallen. Cigarette burns in varying stages of healing. A deep purple boot bruise where a child’s liver nestled beneath brittle ribs.

The scalpel of rage glinted behind Hannibal’s eyes, but his hands remained steady as metronomes. He repaired a splenic laceration, plated the shattered forearm, irrigated and closed. When the ventilator finally clicked into a gentle rhythm, Hannibal allowed himself a single stroke of knuckles across the child’s hair—an unheard benediction.

When the boy surfaced from anesthesia, his lashes fluttered, revealing irises the soft caramel of birch sap. They lacked the worldly exhaustion Hannibal had carried since childhood; they were absent of judgment, of fear—even of the instinct to flinch. Instead, they carried something impossibly forgiving and looked at Hannibal with utter gentleness.

“Are…are you my guardian angel?” he whispered, throat rasped raw.

The words struck like a scalpel finding unfinished suture—precise, unbidden, opening Hannibal along a seam he had sworn would never gape again. Guardian angel. In Mischa’s nursery there had hung a watercolor cherub, all pastel wings and candle-bright eyes, painted by a governess who believed children slept safer beneath pretty lies. Hannibal had scoffed at it, even then. Angels had never answered Mischa’s screams.

Yet here was a boy who could have been carved from the same early-spring light, asking shyly if the butcher at his bedside might be Heaven-sent.

“No, little one,” he said in Lithuanian first—reflex, because the timbre of those vowels belonged to Mischa—then translated softly. “Angels are creatures of heaven. I am simply a man who could not endure seeing you harmed.”

The boy’s lips curved. A faint dimple ghosted his right cheek—Mischa’s dimple. “Thank you simply-a-man.”

Delight stirred; it felt like thawing ice. Hannibal leaned closer, matching the child’s hushed cadence. “My name is Hannibal Lecter. May I know yours?”

“Y/N,” he breathed. “Y/N Anatole.”

Light, Hannibal noted—the name of a lantern-bearer in Old Greek. Prophetic. “Y/N,” he repeated, tasting the syllables. “Y/N, do you know why you’re here?”

A flicker—too knowing for innocence, too resigned for twelve. “I got clumsy again,” he said, parroting an excuse beaten into him until it sounded like fact. The quiver at the edge of his mouth told the true story.

Hannibal’s anger flared, hot enough to bleach memory.  Clumsy. The word echoed like a joke told at a funeral. He imagined the father’s boot slamming into a ribcage the size of a violin case, the mother’s ringed hand snapping ulna like kindling. A swan-neck clamp in Hannibal’s mind clicked shut on their carotids—a fantasy so vivid he felt the spray warm his cheeks.

But before the rage could overflow, Y/N touched his sleeve—small, trusting. “It’s okay. I always get better.” The boy’s words, so matter-of-fact, sliced deeper than any scalpel. I always get better. Anemic optimism forged in bruised bone and narcotic drip—a child’s version of this is normal.

“Getting better is not the same as being safe, Y/N. And you deserve safety more than you can yet imagine.”

The boy blinked, surprise widening those birch-sap eyes. “Dad says accidents make me tough.”

Hannibal’s jaw flexed. Tough, yes—like rawhide soaked, stretched, beaten until it could no longer feel. Exactly the kind of “strength” a cowardly man could admire from a barstool. However, before Hannibal could refute that absurd claim, the door was nearly ripped from its hinges as two adults barged in, reeking of liquor and stale resentment.

“We want him discharged tonight,” the father snapped, the words slurring just enough to betray a companion flask. “We’re missing shifts because the kid’s accident-prone.”

Y/N shrank against the rail, analgesic haze not quite dimming the reflexive fear. Hannibal heard the flutter of the boy’s heart trip into tachycardia—an SOS tapped in flesh.

“Your son sustained a splenic laceration, four displaced fractures, and a pneumothorax,” Hannibal replied, voice quiet but diamond-edged. “Moving him now would almost certainly kill him.”

The mother rolled her eyes. “Doctors love drama. He’s been worse.”

“No, madam,” Hannibal corrected, “He has never been worse.”

The father stepped closer, posture puffed with ritualized dominance. “Listen, doc, you patch ’em up, we take ’em home. That’s the deal. Sign the papers.”

Hannibal inhaled slowly, bottling wrath the way chemists bottle acid—tight-sealed, for later use. “Hospital policy requires a 48-hour observation. If you object, you may sign an AMA discharge—Against Medical Advice. However, child-protective services will be notified immediately.”

“You can’t do such thing!” the father bellowed, voice wobbling between outrage and incipient panic.

Hannibal did not so much as blink. He let silence hang between them long enough for the father to taste his own heartbeat. Then, with the unhurried diction of a professor correcting an imbecile, he replied: “I can. And I will. Federal statute 42 U.S.C. § 5106a requires me to report any suspicion of abuse. Your son’s injuries are not suspicious; they are conclusive.”

A purple vein jumped in the man’s temple. “You smug—”

Hannibal pivoted slightly, granting the father a clear view of the ceiling-mounted camera whose red LED winked like a judgmental eye. “This encounter,” Hannibal added, “is being recorded. Any further obstruction will be appended to the CPS report—under violent interference with medical care.”

The mother’s mascaraed eyes darted upward, saw the lens, and a tremor seized her bravado. “Honey,” she hissed, tugging at her husband’s sleeve, “let’s just—”

“Shut up!” he snarled, jerking free. Rage overrode tactical thought; he lunged, thick fingers closing on Hannibal’s coat lapels.

Hannibal allowed the grasp, studying the meaty hands as a pathologist examines a specimen: interesting only in the theoretical. Then he spoke, voice so low the syllables vibrated directly through the father’s bones. “Remove your hands, sir, or I will remove them for you.”

For one breathless second the man froze—primitive brain parsing predator signals too primal for language. The spell shattered when two security officers strode in, summoned by Hannibal’s silent badge-tap moments earlier.

“Sir, step back and release the doctor,” the lead guard ordered. Tasers, bright as dragonfly wings, hung at their belts—a rehearsal that would not be needed if Hannibal chose less public methods.

The father’s grip slackened. Hannibal smoothed his coat as though brushing off lint, eyes never leaving the man’s. “Please escort Mr. and Mrs. Anatole to the family waiting area” he told security, “and remain until social services arrives. They are not to see the patient unsupervised.”

The woman wilted; the father sputtered threats—lawsuits, politicians, a brother on the county board—but the guards’ practiced grips shepherded them into the hallway, their protests fading beneath the hiss of automated doors.

Silence settled over the recovery bay like a fresh layer of sterile gauze—light, immaculate, strangely heavy with the residue of violence just expelled. Hannibal let the hush seep all the way to his pulse; only when his own heartbeat slowed to a deliberate metronome did he turn back to the gurney.

Y/N’s heart rate spiked the monitor in bright green peaks. He lay stiff against the pillows, IV line trembling where it vanished beneath his taped wrist. “They’re gone?” Y/N asked, voice a rasp of timid hope.

“For now,” Hannibal answered, lowering himself to the bedside with a grace that conceded nothing to exhaustion. He kept his tone level, its sotto voce cadences meant to reassure prey—but here repurposed to soothe a child. “Others will speak with them before they return. Very serious people.”

And if those people fail, he told himself, I will speak with them in a language bone understands—syllables of fracture and finality.

A pulse of uncertainty flickered across Y/N's face. His gaze darted toward the door, half-expecting those familiar silhouettes to charge back through. Hannibal sensed the boy’s muscles coil, the primal readiness to make himself small or flee despite the drain in his flank and the plate in his arm.

Deliberately, he slipped a gloved hand beneath the rail and pressed the bed’s control, tilting the headrest until Y/N reclined more comfortably. Monitors adjusted, beeping a fraction slower. Then he placed two fingers beneath the boy’s chin—light, paternal, non-threatening—and guided that birch-sap gaze back to his.

“Look at me,” he murmured. Midnight OR fluorescents painted silvered halos on their foreheads. “You are safe here. Do you understand?”

Y/N swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing against bruised cartilage. “The nurses said that, too. But Dad usually finds a way.”

There it was—the surrendered certainty of an eleven-year-old who has seen every promise collapsed into apology. Hannibal’s jaw tensed hard enough to click. He forced the muscle benign, then brushed his thumb across the bruise shadowing Y/N's cheekbone in a gesture more diagnostic than affectionate, though it felt like both.

“Your father will find many things tonight: a police report, a social-worker’s interview. But he will not find you.” Hannibal murmured, adjusting the blanket so it draped in perfect hospital folds, the way he once tucked Mischa under goose-down quilts during Baltic winters. “Sleep. That is the prescription now.”

“But what if—”

“No ‘what ifs’ tonight. I will remain until you’re dreaming. And outside that door stands a nurse who would tackle an army for her patients.” Hannibal leaned closer, voice dipping into conspiratorial warmth. “She doesn’t look it, but she played varsity rugby.”

A ghost of a smile appeared; the tachycardic beeping eased toward normal sinus rhythm. Hannibal reached for the IV pump, dialing the rate to deliver two milligrams of morphine and a micro dose of midazolam—enough to usher pain into the background and coax the boy gently over the rim of consciousness. As lashes sagged under the twin lullabies of medication and safety, Y/N fought to keep them open. “You promise?”

“Yes.” Hannibal vowed, fingers brushing the child’s knuckles. "Sweet dreams."

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THIS AUTHOR OH MY GOD IM SIVK YBIS IS LOVELY

EVEN MONSTERS HAVE A SOFT SPOT

pairing: hannibal lecter x gender neutral reader synopsis: When one thinks of Hannibal Lecter—sophisticated, has a refined taste, intelligent—are merely some words that come to mind, so it surprises even him when he becomes bespoken by an individual who's the complete opposite.

The relationship begins, as so many of Hannibal’s fascinations do, with an aroma: fresh-cut thyme carried in on a January draft as you push through the frosted doors of the Johns Hopkins atrium. You are there to drop off hand-bound sketchbooks for a pediatric art-therapy fundraiser; he has been asked to consult on a delicate cranial reconstruction.

Hannibal hears the shuffle of paper, the careful thank-yous whispered to each nurse you pass, and turns on an instinct older than speech. The halls smell of antiseptic and fear, yet the sprig of thyme tucked behind your ear—careless, uncurated—rises above it all. Mischa once wound the same herb into her braids to disguise the smell of campfire smoke. It stops him mid-stride.

You notice the tall man in the immaculate three-piece suit studying you like a still life, and instead of shrinking away you smile—open, guileless, inviting him to share the moment rather than conquer it. “Does it look ridiculous?” you ask, touching the herb.

"It looks honest,” he says, and means it.

That is the first crack in the marble.

It had been easy to catalogue you— an act of clinical triage Hannibal performed on everyone he met. Most novelties dimmed under the fluorescent glare of his scrutiny; even the rare ones, the ones he kept, were arranged on mental shelves like curiosities: a pocket watch of precise conversation here, a porcelain mask of manners there. But you would not stay still. Your sweetness tasted of movement—of sap running in thaw, impossible to pin beneath glass.

The second crack came a fortnight later, when he found himself altering his schedule—voluntarily lingering in the pediatric wing to “review charts” he had already memorized, just in case you appeared again with arms full of art supplies. He would claim afterward that he needed the walk to clear his thoughts, but the truth hissed at the edge of self-deception: he wanted to hear your gentle “excuse me” as you navigated the hallway, wanted to watch nurses straighten their posture under the lift of your smile.

Crack three: the wine-red sketchbook he couriered to your door. He wrote and rewrote the invitation card four times, adjusting the slope of a y, sanding away the faintest curl of a d, until the script looked as measured and effortless as his pulse seldom felt anymore.

Your yes arrived by phone—soft static laced with gratitude—and something inside him slipped an inch toward hunger. Not the crude appetite he sated with curated flesh, but a subtler craving: to be worthy of the tone you used when speaking to friends. To be invited, one day, into the small, sunlit domesticities you seemed to create wherever you went.

The night you crossed his threshold with that Mason-jar candle, the fissures spread like roots beneath frost. You apologized for the jar’s label—hand-inked, a little smudged—and he caught himself wanting to apologize back for every silver spoon he had ever polished to razor acuity, for every dinner served immaculate yet devoid of this raw, beeswax honesty. The flame bobbed inside cloudy glass; his resolve bobbed with it.

From then on, softness became a symptom. He noticed it first in the kitchen: how his hand hovered above a cleaver, unwilling to strike until your laughter in the dining room subsided, as though the crash of steel on board might frighten you from the next breath. He noticed it at the symphony, when the woman in the fur stole behind you whispered that you were “quaint”—and the back of his throat flooded with copper and snow, the memory of rifles in pine trees. By the scherzo’s final chord he had already decided which of her organs would prove most eloquent when removed.

He told himself these protective urges were logical—defensive medicine for a fragile but necessary part of his life. Yet he knew. Every quiet kindness you extended was another brushstroke across the portrait of Mischa his mind refused to hang. You were not her, would never be; still the echo persisted: thyme woven into braids, warmth hoarded like contraband against the winter outside. It left him both soothed and flayed.

So the murders quickened, as if some internal metronome had accelerated to match the beat of your footsteps on his stairs. A barista’s sarcastic arch of eyebrow, a critic’s oily sneer, the casual cruelty of an academic who dismissed your hand-stitched notebooks—all of them sprouted in his ledger like black mold begging to be cut out. Each removal felt cleaner, swifter, almost merciful; he was pruning the world into a shape where your kindness could continue unbruised.

And with every body that fell, Hannibal’s voice with you grew gentler, his touch nearer to reverence. He learned to breathe through your hair as though inhaling penance; to accept your crookedly knitted gifts with a gratitude that shocked him into silence; to sit across from you at dawn, watching you stir honey into tea, and feel—for the length of a single heartbeat—content.

He never says the word love. He thinks it, sometimes, in Lithuanian, French, the brittle Latin of anatomy texts, but all translations seem too narrow. What he feels is not an emotion but a geology: plates grinding, landscapes upheaving, rivers rerouted to spare one emerald valley from drought.

One night, long after you have fallen asleep against his shoulder, he studies the candle stub on the mantel—glass smudged by your fingerprints, wick stooped like a priest at confession. The flame gutters once, twice, then steadies. Hannibal brushes an ember of wax from the rim, commits the gesture to memory, and understands that the marble has shattered clean through. The statue is gone; in its place stands something living, something pliant yet unbreakable, defined by the simple fact that your light is inside it.

He will feed that light. He will guard it with butcher hooks and bone saws and lullabies. And when the world asks, with trembling voice, why the Ripper’s knife swings faster these days, he will answer—in the privacy of his own mind—that every heartbeat spared from cruelty is another second you spend unspoiled.

That, to Hannibal Lecter, is the only measure of decency worth counting.